Jiang Yuebai calculated the plan, put away the Eight Arrays Plate, and returned to the cave.
Arranging the array is a path of nine deaths and one life, and escaping is filled with perils. Since the evil cultivators of the Three Elents Sect have plotted to close the door and beat the dog, they will certainly not let Zhao Fuyi escape easily.
If we go out, Qing Nangzi is still outside. Who knows whether we might be killed halfway there.
So compared to escaping, solidifying the Law with the Array and completely opening the entrance to the Secret Realm is the best plan.
In the depths of the cave, Zhao Fuyi was ditating with his eyes closed, the beast skin spread across her knee, and two dicine bottles had been moved.
Jiang Yuebai chuckled, went over to quietly put away the dicine bottles, each bottle containing ten Elixirs, and now there were only nine left.
This dicine was not freely given to Zhao Fuyi to consu, once we get out, she must return it double.
Half an hour later, Zhao Fuyi opened her eyes, looking significantly better.
"You’ve recovered?" Jiang Yuebai inquired.
Zhao Fuyi’s face was expressionless, "Divine Soul is unhard, but the Dantian remains sealed. I forced it once before, and now I can only force it one last ti."
Jiang Yuebai understood that forcibly breaking the Dantian would certainly harm Zhao Fuyi’s Nascent Soul, so Zhao Fuyi must wait until the last mont when arraying; otherwise, all efforts would be in vain.
"Then let’s wait until the final mont of arraying. You charge forward, and I’ll cheer for you. Now you’re unable to utilize your strength, and since I promised to lead you to Divine Silence Ridge, you better follow my arrangents along the way."
Zhao Fuyi frowned, stayed silent, but did not refuse.
Jiang Yuebai nodded, "Alright, since you have no objection, then take off your clothes."
Zhao Fuyi widened her eyes in astonishnt, and Jiang Yuebai quickly realized the poor wording, hurrying to explain.
"I an for you to change clothes. Since you are immobile, and the Three Elents Sect’s evil cultivators are everywhere, I might as well disguise as an evil cultivator and you as my corpse puppet."
Jiang Yuebai had encountered a patrol team earlier, each with a Seven Evils Banner, and one of them brought along a corpse puppet.
While speaking, Jiang Yuebai rummaged through her bracelet, searching for Duan Yingfei’s old clothes. Duan Yingfei was about the sa size as Zhao Fuyi, and finally found an ordinary deep purple cloth garnt.
"Your Vestnt robe is damaged anyway, too valuable and easy to expose, ordinary clothes are better, and it’s best not to wipe off the blood on your face and body. Let your hair down, and put on this mask to simulate the aura of a corpse puppet."
Jiang Yuebai tossed her Faceless Mask to Zhao Fuyi.
Zhao Fuyi looked at the purple clothes and mask in front of her, clenching her fists, conflicted. As a dignified Nascent Soul True Monarch, the top Array Master in the Earth Spiritual Realm, she was to disguise herself as a submissive corpse puppet?
She had never endured such humiliation since childhood!
Jiang Yuebai goaded deliberately, "A person who achieves greatness does not bother about trifles. You claim that insisting on arraying is for the greater good, I believe it, but do you believe it yourself?"
"Shut up! Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you for insulting like this?"
Jiang Yuebai slyly smiled, "Then you’d need to be able to kill . If you really make a move, I’d be forced to counterattack, and then no one can say I killed to seize treasures! Even if you carry nothing good, just refining your body into an authentic corpse puppet would be worth a fortune!"
"You!"
Zhao Fuyi felt her blood surging again, and she turned her head away to avoid Jiang Yuebai’s almost infuriating smile. As soone under another’s control, she could only take deep breaths to suppress her anger.
A mont later, Zhao Fuyi angrily snatched the clothes from the ground, biting her lip as she changed.
Jiang Yuebai chuckled quietly to herself, inexplicably thinking that True Monarch Fuyi is rather cute, impervious to both force and persuasion, but responds to provocations.
Jiang Yuebai disguised herself as the Three Elents Sect female cultivator she last killed, holding a Seven Evils Banner in her hand and wearing the female cultivator’s Token at her waist.
Jiang Yuebai learned her disguise skills during her years at Yin Mountain Mine, from the heap of miscellaneous books from Xie Jingshan, learning mortal assassin disguise techniques. Compared to Cultivation Realm disguise Magic Treasures, sotis these disguise techniques without spiritual energy fluctuations work better.
After Jiang Yuebai finished her preparations, she saw Zhao Fuyi already changed, leaning against the rock wall in a defensive posture with her arms crossed.
Jiang Yuebai approached and picked up the broken Vestnt robe on the ground. A Nascent Soul True Monarch’s Vestnt robe, when thrown into the Lotus Platform, could be refined into a considerable amount of Five Elents Essence Qi, and it should not be wasted.
Throughout the journey, the Essence Qi in Jiang Yuebai’s Lotus Platform had dwindled to one third. It’s best to fill it up before reaching Divine Silence Ridge.
"Once you’re ready, let’s go. We can practice along the way. I can’t use Divine Thought to control you, so you’ll have to learn to act based on my gestures."
Zhao Fuyi: ......
"Ah, no, that’s not right. The corpse control’s eyes don’t move, rember to watch my hand gestures for movent. This ans move forward, this ans retreat, this ans stop. By the way, I noticed that the legs of the corpses under control don’t bend easily, and they tend to hop. How about you try that?"
"Jiang Yuebai, enough of your antics! Were it not for the bigger picture, I wouldn’t have tolerated you!"
"So, what do you suggest? There are search parties from the Three Elents Sect outside. I’m just an Early-Stage Foundation Establishnt; how many do you think I can kill? If you really can’t stand it, let’s split up?"
Zhao Fuyi stared fixedly at Jiang Yuebai, who defiantly stood with hands on her hips, glaring back.
Zhao Fuyi clenched his fist in a cold huff, flicked his sleeve, and walked away.
"Walk slower, Iron Mouth! As the corpse under control, you should stay behind !"
Leaving from the other end of the mountain crevice, Zhao Fuyi was covered in blood and gri, hair disheveled, wearing a Faceless Mask, his aura indistinguishable from a corpse.
Even when Jiang Yuebai called Zhao Fuyi ’Iron Mouth,’ he remained indifferent, with a stare concealing killing intent.
Traversing mountains and rivers, encountering beasts and evil corpses, they’d avoid them if possible; if not, they’d fight.
Faced with impassable obstacles, Jiang Yuebai equipped the Black Feather Cloak and dragged Zhao Fuyi over them.
The body of a Nascent Soul True Monarch is inherently different from that of a typical Foundation Establishnt Cultivator. Even if Zhao Fuyi’s cultivation is temporarily suppressed to Peak Foundation Establishnt, his body weight is not sothing Jiang Yuebai can easily manage.
Zhao Fuyi’s original strength makes his body weight negligible to himself.
This is one reason why a high-level cultivator, even with just physical prowess, cannot be easily killed by a low-level cultivator unless utilizing powerful magic treasures or secret techniques.
Upon realizing this, Jiang Yuebai felt a mixed emotion. Despite Zhao Fuyi knowing that she couldn’t easily kill him, he could still be threatened by her; intriguing~
After three continuous days of travel, they stopped before a grove of withered trees.
Charred black trees filled their vision, adorned with red leaves that moved like flas in the wind. The trunks housed many black beetles with fire patterns on their backs, identified as the Fire-Eating Beetles Yun Shang had previously shown Jiang Yuebai.
"This grove is the only path. To avoid it, we’d have to go below the slope, which I’ve scouted, and found two Foundation Establishnt evil cultivators hidden in ambush, along with two Feather Clan Extraordinary People patrolling. Any slip might alert them."
Jiang Yuebai spoke softly to Zhao Fuyi, noting that both paths seed challenging.
Zhao Fuyi squatted silently beside Jiang Yuebai, observing her battle-worn appearance. Her fierceness surprised him.
But Jiang Yuebai was alone and escorting soone unable to fight, so injuries were inevitable.
Seeing Jiang Yuebai this way reminded Zhao Fuyi of when he dragged Lii Jiuchuan to escape at the Netherworld Sea, a struggle only those who experience it understand.
With these thoughts, Zhao Fuyi said, "The Fire-Eating Beetles are troubleso, go below the slope, array the ’Wind-Fire Heaven Extre Array’, and easily surround and kill four."
"What’s the Wind-Fire Heaven Extre Array?" Jiang Yuebai asked.
With patience, Zhao Fuyi picked up a twig, drawing an array map on the ground, "The wind and fire energy here is strong. Using mid-grade spirit stones quickly at these points, the array can rise within monts, lasting at least the ti it takes for a cup of tea."
Jiang Yuebai leaned in to look, and after so ti said, "I can’t understand."
Snap!
The twig broke, and Zhao Fuyi, gritting his teeth, said, "Your array foundation is solid; how can you not understand?"
Jiang Yuebai deliberately retorted, "Mine is not solid; it’s basic. I’m not steady enough for arraying and my talent in arrays isn’t like Hee Wangchen’s. I really can’t learn that fast."
Zhao Fuyi stared at Jiang Yuebai, nodded with gritted teeth, "I never imagined you’d hold such a grudge against ; with this temperant, how could you achieve anything?"
"I told you from the start, I’m narrow-minded. You once looked down on , now overestimate . This array, I’ve never encountered before, and even if my talent were exceptional enough to succeed in one go, your definition of ’quickly’ is according to you or Hee Wangchen. I can’t guarantee such swift arraying, making this approach unreliable. If we alert any evil cultivators, we’re dead."
"So, what’s your plan?" Zhao Fuyi asked.
Jiang Yuebai glanced below the slope, smiling, "As long as you don’t reveal our plan, we can simply walk through, and even if we can’t, I have other options."
Saying this, Jiang Yuebai rose from behind the rock, grasped the Seven Evils Banner, swirling a dense dark mist, descending with the wind.
Zhao Fuyi crushed the half-broken twig in his palm, gritting his teeth, enduring silently, following solidly behind Jiang Yuebai.
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